Ross: I was just leaving.
Rachel: Good. I've got a report to read. It's like eight pages. I hope I don't fall asleep.
Ross: Why? Did you write it?

Monica: Oh, my- Oh, good God!
Rachel: I give up you guys. I don't know what I'm going to do with this thing.
Ross: Baking it didn't help, huh?

Paul: Well, what can I say? This doesn't make me like you more.
Ross: That's okay. I'm not so crazy about myself right now either.
Paul: Then we agree?
Ross: I guess so.
Paul: Neither of us like Ross.
Elizabeth: I like Ross.
Ross: Oh. Kids.

Ross: Worse comes to worst, we can always reconsider the first one we met with.
Rachel: What, the blond with no bra?
Ross: She was blond?